Blood spattered. I couldn't breathe. I cried and begged someone, anyone for help. Then, I saw my mother's weary eyes slowly turning lifeless....

Then I woke up, gasping for air. Another haunting dream. It had been years, since I saw my mother murdered by a drunkard yet the memories, the pain, they still feel the same. I drew the curtains hoping the faint sunlight and the smell of spring blossoms would soothe the tightening in my chest. The gentle breeze brushed my cheeks as I slowly plucked in my earphones and played a new song released by my favorite boy band, The MoonBlood. The lyrics made my heartbeat somehow calmer. I closed my eyes and felt every depth of emotions.

"Why do you keep trying to hide under your mask? Even all the scars from your past, makes up the brightest constellation. Yes you're in the dark, but hope will always find its way to you"

I got teary, I didn't know what exactly it was, but the lines, were they made for me? There was a loud thud. It was my grandmother banging on my dilapidated doors. "You're going to break down the door" I murmured as I turned the door knob. She barged in and slapped me hard on my face. My left cheek couldn't feel anything but burning. "Ungrateful brat, you had the audacity to go around the neighbors telling them I did not fill your stomach?! You do realize that the only reason you still have a home is because of my kindness, right? Just as shameless as your mother" she said furiously. Ridiculous, such ridiculous words, 'Home'? I couldn't remember the last time I felt at 'home'. I didn't say anything, not because I was scared I would go hungry again for a day or two, but because I just did NOT feel like it. This woman, my only family left, would have just find other ways to torment me even if I had explained myself.

Not particularly that she was right, our kind neighbors saw me faint from hunger, took me to their house, and gave me food and medicines. I had not yet thank them enough. They must've told my grandmother out of concern for me, which seemed like it didn't result in my grandmother becoming nicer towards me. She's always despised me. Me or my mother, I couldn't quite tell.

She threw some more harsh words at me then left harping on about how "shameless" I was. I just locked the door, washed up and got ready for school.

(At school) It was our first day back to school after the summer break. We had finally become the senior-most. It felt weird. My best friend Mira came running to me, giggling and smiling. "Guess who's coming to Tokyo?!?" She said enthusiastically. I shook my head and raised my brows in question. "Oh my lord, you never know anything!" she continued, "THE MOONBLOOD ARE COMING TO TOKYO, FOR THE TOUR" she dramatically exclaimed. "Eh? As of the "Moon Blood?" The boy band?"

"Yes you idiot, who else?"

I didn't know whether to scream or kick or roll on the ground. The Moon Blood, they're coming to my city!